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Total pages in book: 79
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Did I take this man to be my husband?

Never.

I'd rather die.

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Chapter 1

Weddings and funerals

Vittoria

There were only two ways to get made men to stop fighting for a day.

Invite them to a wedding, or force them to attend a funeral.

“Five-minute warning,” came from the doorway. A middle-aged woman I didn’t know popped her head into the room, taking care to block me from view of any nosey passersby.

My nod was subtle but my stomach clenched viciously in protest. The woman looked to me, then over to my sister, who sat draped haphazardly over a chair, scrolling away on her phone. I noticed a subtle look of disapproval sweep over her face as she took in Vincenza. The slight lowering of her brow told me she didn’t like the cool, casual manner in which my sister was taking this whole debacle.

Sadly, she didn’t know the half of it.

The woman offered me a thin smile that reeked of pity. Her sympathy was kind, but I didn’t have it in me to return that smile. Not today.

The door closed quietly and the snick of the latch closing in place felt awfully final. I think it was then that I realized that this was actually happening. My eyes closed in silent prayer, hoping some higher being would hear me, beseeching a deity who mightn’t have existed to intervene.

Please, God. Gods. Goddesses. Idols. Spirits. Anyone. Please.

I exhaled long and slow as I stare into the floor length mirror, shaking my hands out as anxiety fingered my spine, settling like a noose around my neck, tightening deliberately until I struggled to breathe and fanned my face, believing I might pass out.

I don’t want to do this.

My numb feet led me to the window and when I peered down at the street, I blanched. Cars were double and triple parked. The church he’d chosen wasn’t very big and I wondered where everyone would fit.

It seemed this tragedy – this catastrophe – would have a live audience.

Oh, God. I can’t do this.

My tongue swelled as I put a flat hand to the area under my breasts and choked out, “Enza, I don’t think I can do this.”

Vincenza, without a care for my disposition, still scrolling on her phone, scoffed, “Of course, you can.”

“No,” I started quietly, shaking my head. “No.” As I began to hyperventilate, my protest became rattled. Louder. “No. No. No. I can’t.”

Predicting a panic attack wasn’t far off, Vincenza finally put down her phone and rose up out of her seat. I was pacing when she took hold of my trembling shoulders, held me still, peered into my eyes and said, “We talked about this.”

I know we did, but that was yesterday, and that was just talk. Today was a whole different story.

Today made it real.

Her firm, detached demeanor spoke volumes. She had no intention of freeing me from this burden.

A mixture of emotions flooded me all at once. Resentment. Dread. Anger. But mostly, fear.

At twenty-one, I was far too old to begin crying because I wasn’t getting my way, but here we were. My lips quivered and I blinked back tears as I begged her, “I don’t want to do this, Enza. Please don’t make me do this.”

“Aw, Vicky, don’t cry,” she cooed, pulling me into her warm embrace. She held me close, cupping the back of my head gently and my arms gripped at her back, my fingers tightening in the material of her suit jacket. I sniffled into her shoulder, breathing in the sweet scent of her dark, golden-brown hair. She gave me a minute of reprieve before she pulled back, looked me dead in the eye and said, “I know you don’t want to do this. I don’t want this for you either.” She regarded me carefully as she lifted a hand to brush away my tears and then, her pretty sable eyes turned frosty enough to give me chills. “But sacrifices need to be made.”

Easy to say when you weren’t the sacrifice.

My mouth opened but before I even got the chance to protest, a solid knock on the door sounded. Both my sister and I turned as it opened, and when he walked into the room, he glanced over what Vincenza was wearing and his lip curled in disgust.

“Really, Enza? A suit? A black suit?” our uncle, Como Vero, drawled, utterly unimpressed with her antics. “What the hell is the matter with you? It’s your sister’s wedding.”

Vincenza shrugged carelessly. “Precisely why I chose an outfit fit for mourning.”

His face twisted and he looked uncomfortable as he jerked his head, stretching his neck out from side-to-side. He tugged at his tie, straightening it while he uttered, “There’s a lot riding on today. Please, for the love of God, do not fuck this up for your sister.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, zio,” she muttered in return.

“We’re going to talk about this later. Don’t think-” Obviously he’d seen me, but I don’t think it hit him until a second pass over me, and when he stilled and took me in, he smiled but there was a hint of sadness to it. “Oh, sweetheart. You look beautiful.” Zio Como turned to Vincenza and said, “Doesn’t she look beautiful?”

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From the moment Lev Leokov spots the young woman hiding behind her hair in the middle of the gentleman's club, he can't take his eyes off of her. For the very first time in his life, he is affected. Having been told his entire life that he can't process or understand emotion, he considers it a big deal. When Mina Harris gets caught red-handed with a wallet that isn't hers, she falls apart. She's tired, lonely and hasn't eaten in days. Lev offers her an ultimatum... A nice warm bed, a hot meal and a job, or the cops. Mina takes her chances with Lev. After all, a person with nothing has nothing left to lose. ***This book enters the world of the extended Leokov family which are introduced in Friend-Zoned, however, is unrelated...
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Chapter One

Mina

I was dying. I hadn’t been surer of anything in my life.

As I sat in the alley, staring at the dirty brick wall stained with substances I’d rather not think of, I wondered if this was the place it would happen.

My stomach gave a loud growl of complaint, and rather than feeling hungry, pain consumed me. My lips quivered, and I curled in on myself, hugging my arms around my bent legs, my forehead resting on my knees. It was then, hidden away from the prying eyes of spectators, that I cried.

The warmth of the tears I shed were hardly a comfort to me. I did, however, take solace in knowing I still felt something. Anything.

I was starving, quite literally. It had been days since I ate anything. Last week, I’d become so desperate I ate from the trash. My desperation turned to regret in a matter of hours. I got sick to my stomach from the rancid food, throwing up until I was emptier than I had been before. I wouldn’t be taking that risk again. It wasn’t worth it.

It left me feeling more than desperation. I felt hopelessness.

Not ready to accept my fate, I realized in complete calm that I would become nothing more than a statistic if I didn’t do something about my current situation.

The first item on my list: Find food.

It was late. The sounds of the city streets were quieting down, and many of the stores in my view had turned off their neons. I needed to move quickly if I had any chance of finding something to eat.

I pulled the compact mirror out of my jacket pocket and wiped the stains of the three-day-old mascara from under my eyes. I didn’t need that mirror to show me I was pale and that my cheeks were sunken. I felt like a walking skeleton. Looked like one too. My collarbone protruded harshly, my shoulders were pointed, and my cheekbones looked sharp enough to cut. I hid my body under the coat I’d been given at the women’s shelter, but there was no hiding my face.

Anyone could tell I was emaciated.

I wrapped my arms around myself, my body in a constant state of chill, and walked out of my alley. I didn’t have to walk long before I spotted a Styrofoam container sitting on a table outside of a restaurant that had closed for the night. With my eyes on the prize, my stomach rumbled in excitement as I walked casually over to it. When I got there, I felt eyes on me. I lifted my face to see a young boy, no older than sixteen, looking back at me.

I wanted to cry as soon as I realized he looked very much like me… thin, dirty, and hungry. I knew what it felt like to be hungry. I’d been hungry for years. He eyed me a long moment before he returned his eyes to the container.

I couldn’t do it. I wouldn’t take it from him. And I could have. I’m a fast runner. Instead, as I felt the familiar prickling behind my eyes and nose, I jerked my chin toward to container and smiled.

He stood there, looking tired and dejected, scratching at his arm. Neither of us moved. A moment of optimism shot through me. If he wasn’t going to take it, I would.

Finally, he stepped forward, and recognizing part of himself in me, he started to speak as he opened the container. “We can share.”

We both looked down at our findings and my heart sank. A few stiff French fries sat in the bottom of the box, as well as the hardened crust of a sandwich and a few leaves of wilted, brown lettuce.

The boy, looking angry with himself for offering part of his slim fare, held the box out to me. And I couldn’t help but smile. It was funny how people who had nothing would offer everything to those in need, and people who had comfort scarcely offered it to people who needed it.

My stomach growled angrily and I turned my smile on the boy. I lied through that smile. “No thanks. I’m not hungry.”

The tilt of his brow told me he didn’t believe me, but he shrugged and walked away with the box, leaving me alone to regret my decision.

God, you’re stupid.

I nodded slowly to myself. I knew that already.

My numb feet took me three more blocks before I came across a sandwich bar that was closing. A man with short brown hair stacked chairs from outside the deli and brought them in before moving to close the door.

“Wait,” I called, rushing over.

The man frowned down at me, his dark eyes scrutinizing my every move. “What? We’re closed.”

I lowered my eyes and spoke quietly. “I’m sorry to bother you, sir. I was just wondering whether you had any food that you were about to throw out.” I peered up at him. “Anything would do. I’m not picky.”

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Nastasia Leokov has loved her brother’s best friend since the very moment she met him. Understanding that she’ll never be anything more to Viktor Nikulin than a treasure to guard, Nas sensibly hides her feelings. But when she makes a brash decision to kiss him, everything changes. That kiss. That hot, explosive, all-consuming kiss. It haunts Vik. And suddenly, Nastasia Leokov isn’t just a teenage mob princess. No. She is his. Undeniably. Indisputably. An unbreakable connection. A hidden relationship. A lifetime of firsts. And yet, something is missing. Nas desperately craves the one thing Vik has never offered her. His heart.
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Prologue

Nastasia

Age 15

“C’mon. Don’t walk away from me,” his amused holler echoed through the schoolyard.

Ah, geez.

I held my books tightly to my chest and tried like hell to avoid the human form of halitosis that was following me. And when he grabbed at my arm to stop me, it took everything I had inside me to not throw my books down, then throw down. Because you did not touch a Leokov without permission. Especially if you wanted to breathe through the designated holes you had and not the ones my brothers would put in you.

I bit the inside of my cheek hard enough to draw blood and counted to ten, hoping the anger simmering inside me would calm itself before it boiled over. I tried to be nice. “Mason, there’s nothing to talk about. You asked me out, and I told you that although I was flattered, I’m not allowed to date.” He looked like a wounded kitten in a letterman. “I’m sorry. I can’t go out with you.”

Clean-cut, blonde, blue-eyed, and with a gleaming smile that hid the kind of asshole this guy actually was, Mason pursed his lips and gave me a perfectly pathetic pair of puppy dog eyes. “Give me a chance, Natalia.” Nice. The guy couldn’t even get my name right. “I’m sure when your parents meet me, they’ll change their minds. I’m a good guy.”

Oh, puh-leeze.

I almost said it out loud. Crowed it, actually.

His long eyelashes fluttered in an attempt to look cute but oddly made me nauseous. I gave him one more chance to back down gracefully. “Mason, please. I don’t want any trouble, and if my brothers find out about this, there will be trouble. For you.”

That all-American smile told me he was stupider than he looked. “Babe… I won’t tell if you don’t.”

Ugh. What a douche.

Well, he’d actually done it. He pushed too hard. All I could do at this point was push back. Dropping my “sweet girl” façade, I took a step toward him and uttered, “Do you know who my father is?”

For the first time since he began targeting me, he looked unsure. “Uh….”

Yeah. He knew who my father was. Rumors had circulated about the mob princess. They knew who I was—who we were.

“Do you really want to do this, Mason? Are you ready for this life?” The seriousness in my tone was no joke. “Do you know what a dying man looks like? What a gunshot wound to the head and the mess it makes on carpet looks like?” I wasn’t lying when I revealed, “I do.”

Mason leaned away from me, his pride stopping him from taking the full step back, but his response was quiet. “I just wanted to take you to the movies.”

I blew out a breath, showing him just how stupid he sounded. We both knew what he wanted, and holding my hand in the theater wasn’t it. “No, babe. You wanted to fuck me and report back to your buddies.” He looked stunned by my brash words. “You wanted another notch on your bedpost, and I would make a very nice notch, I agree, but—” I looked him up and down. “—you and I are never going to happen, Mason. Not ever.” My eyes lowered. “And if you keep harassing me, I will have no choice but to tell my brothers about the guy at school who won’t fucking leave me alone.”

I wouldn’t do it, but he didn’t know that.

For a second, Mason looked spooked. He swallowed hard, his voice quieter than usual. “I just wanted to—”

“I know,” I cut him off. “But the answer is no. You understand that, don’t you, Mason?”

“I… uh….” He nodded, avoiding my gaze. “Yep.”

A strong arm came around my shoulders, and my heart did that weird stuttering thing it did whenever I was close enough to smell his cologne. I didn’t take my eyes off the jock, and from the way Mason’s gaze was flittering back and forth between us, I knew the pair of us were a sight, holding our pose, the image of unwitting danger.

“You good?” Viktor Nikulin asked in deathly quiet.

Mason’s eyes lowered to Vik’s forearm. XAOC—the bold black Chaos tattoo was out on display, worn proudly but also as a warning to those like my dear friend Mason.

I took pity on the guy. “Yeah. Mason was just leaving.” I blinked prettily. “Goodbye, Mason.”

And off Mason fucked.

We watched him saunter away, and when he was out of sight, I twisted slightly to look at Vik. “What are you doing here?”

“What a fucking dweeb,” he uttered, still looking in the direction Mason went. “Do you like that guy?”

My nose bunched in disgust. “God, no.”

“Good,” he said, taking my books and holding them by his side. His arm slipped down from my shoulders to snake around my waist. “You’d think they’d get the point by now, but they just can’t help themselves. They always want to touch an untouchable.”

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Raw (RAW Family #1) Read Online Belle Aurora http://www.ilovenovels.com/raw-raw-family-1-read-online-belle-aurora Sat, 13 Mar 2021 09:11:08 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/raw-raw-family-1-read-online-belle-aurora Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Bad Boy, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Mafia, Romance Authors: Belle Aurora Series: RAW Family Series by Belle Aurora
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*Author Note: This is not a love story. This is a story of love gone wrong.* Growing up the way I did, you’d think I’d be more screwed up than what I actually am. Soon as I turned sixteen, I left that bump in the road I called home and took my chances on the street. Best decision I ever made. Now, at the age of twenty six, I’m educated, employed and damn good at my job. My friends have become my family. Like me, they know what it’s like to grow up unloved. But the saying is true. The world makes way for those who know where they are going. That’s me. I know where I’m going and I’ll get there eventually. On my own terms and at my own pace. But then there’s him. I feel his eyes on me. I see him hiding in plain sight. He watches me. He makes me feel. It’s unconventional. But it’s real. I’m sure you’re wondering how a person falls in love with their stalker. So am I. This isn’t a story. This is my life.
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Twenty years ago…

I can hear them again.

My neighbors are fighting. The little boy screams for him to stop.

I kneel down by my window. Closing my eyes tight, I cover my ears and sing to myself.

I don’t like it.

Then, nothing.

I listen hard, then uncover my ears.

Turning around, I stand a little, peek over the edge of the window, and see him walking fast by the side of my house. He stumbles, falls, and crawls out of my sight.

He’s hurt.

My heart races.

I could get in a lot of trouble. Daddy would be real mad.

Kneeling down out of sight for a moment, I stand quickly and creep to the doorframe.

I listen. Hard.

The TV plays and I hear him snore.

Hope ignites.

Tiptoeing down the stairs, I sneak into the kitchen. Getting a chair from the small dining table, I stand on it and reach for the top shelf.

I get what I need, slide the chair back in, and make my way to the back door.

My hand reaches for the knob, grips it tight, then…I still.

I could get in a lot of trouble for this.

My heart beats out of my chest.

Turning the knob, it squeaks a little, and fear washes over me. Stopping, I turn it so slowly that it takes forever to make the rotation.

Finally, I feel the latch click over, and I pull the door open. Taking off my slippers, I put them in between the door and frame so the door can’t close.

Barefoot and dressed only in my white nightie, I tread softly through the backyard, the soft grass cold under my feet, following the sound of the heavy breathing and soft crying.

Finding him at the back of the property line under a tree, I see him cover his face with his hands. His body shakes.

Even hidden away in the dark, he doesn’t want anyone to see his tears.

He’s trying to be strong.

My heart hurts.

Slowly walking closer, I step on a twig. It breaks, and his face snaps up to look at me.

Jumping up like a jack in the box, he yells out, “Get away from me.”

Not coming any closer, I put down my supplies and whisper, “You’re hurt.”

He watches me carefully, looking between the things I’ve brought and my face, as if searching for some hint of this being a joke.

He scowls and says quietly, “I’m always hurt.”

Even in the dark, I see the hatred in his eyes. It shines bright as day.

I see his cheek become darker. Stepping forward with wide eyes, I tell him, “You’re bleeding.”

Reaching up to his cheek, he touches the wound with his fingertips, pulls it away, then looks at his blood. He rubs it between his thumb and middle finger slowly. Caressing the blood, as if in apology.

I stutter, “I- I can help you.”

Lifting his cold eyes to me, he spits, “No one can help me.”

He can’t boss me around.

Placing a hand on my hip, I glare at him and whisper-hiss, “I could get into a lot of trouble. My daddy would be real mad. And…and I came to help you.” Suddenly scared for myself, I say a hushed, “Please, let me help you.”

I need to get back inside before my dad finds out I’m not in bed.

My face must show my fear because his posture relaxes a little, and he asks, “Why would you help me then?”

I’m not sure.

I shrug. “You’re hurt.”

“No one else cares if I’m hurt.”

My heart races.

I whisper, “I do.”

We stand there, staring at each other a long time.

Finally, he comes closer to me and asks, “What’s your name?”

“Alexa. Alexa Ballentine.”

He nods, but says nothing.

“What’s your name?”

He kicks at a stone. “Doesn’t matter. You’ll forget it once I’m gone.”

My stomach aches. I need to know his name.

Stepping closer, I promise, “No, I won’t.”

Lifting his head, he runs a hand through his messy brown hair to keep it out of his face. He watches me a second more before he utters, “Antonio Falco.”

I want to say it’s nice to meet him, but it doesn’t feel right.

Shuffling around from foot to foot, I ask, “How old are you?”

He leans back on the tree trunk. “Eight.”

He seems older to me.

He asks, “How old are you?”

“Six.” Pause. “I’ll be seven soon,” I lie.

His brow furrows. “You look older.”

Wow. I just thought the same thing about him.

Not thinking, I blurt out, “Why does your daddy hurt you?”

His jaw steels and he explains, “He’s my step-dad.”

Hearing a noise in the house, I turn, and my eyes widen in terror. Turning back to Antonio, I whisper, “Please let me help you.”

Lowering his eyes, he murmurs, “Okay.”

Relief and joy swirl through my body.

He steps forward into the moonlight and I gasp. The top of his cheek is gaping.

I swallow hard, trying not to be sick.

Taking some cotton and antiseptic, I warn, “This smelly stuff stings.”

But when I dab it on his wound, he doesn’t even flinch. His eyes never leave mine.

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My marriage seemed perfect from the outside looking in. People envied me. They wanted my life, wanted to be me. Mrs Alejandra Gambino. Wife of Dino Gambino. Daughter of Eduardo Castillo. Respected. Loved. Mob royalty. They had no idea of the horrors that lurked behind closed doors. They didn't know I was at the lowest point a person could reach. Enter Julius Carter. Aloof, handsome, blue-eyed Julius Carter. He saved me. I screwed him over. Now everybody was after me. My life was forfeit. It was only a matter of time. I was a dead woman walking. The question was, who would get to me first?
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I was confused.

At least, I remember being confused.

Being called away from school to join my father in the office is not a good thing. The office is where he conducts business. I have been there before, but it is no place for a girl like me, or so he says.

The hall somehow looks longer than it ever has before. I walk it not knowing what to expect, clutching my schoolbag to me tightly.

Have I done something wrong? Why did he sound so tense on the phone?

My feet shuffle forward. I swallow hard, looking down at my shoes. My shoelace is undone.

He won’t like that.

I stop where I am to make sure my appearance is near perfect, running my fingers through my long, straight black hair and smoothing my hands over the skirt of my private school uniform. I take my time, pulling my white socks up to my knees and being careful not to mark them.

My father didn’t raise a pack of animals. He raised ladies, and in my brother’s case, a gentleman.

My siblings and I pride ourselves on being everything my father wished for. The only mob family with grace and humility, I’m sure.

At eighteen, I know my place. My place is to make my father happy. And I do.

At least, I think I do. So far, there have been no complaints.

I study hard to maintain an A average. I dress appropriately, never showing too much skin, and I watch over my younger sisters with love and care, molding them into the ladies they should be. Even I have to admit I’m a decent person, and I love my family.

There are six of us in total. In order of age, there’s Miguel who is twenty-four, myself, Veronica who is sixteen, Carmen who is fifteen, Patricia who is thirteen, and Rosa who is only nine. She was the last of us, born only a year before Mama died. I know Rosa doesn’t remember her. I also know it hurts her. She has photos like the rest of us do, but it’s not enough.

My mother’s name was Dorina, affectionately known as Dori to anyone she liked. She met my father when they were both just kids, running around, playing on the street. He threw dirt in her face. Instead of crying like the other girls had, she’d simply stood and shook the dirt off her. She walked home that day and told her mama about the silly boy who threw dirt at her. Her mother, my grandmother, laughed joyously and hugged her little girl. She explained, “Oh, gatito, boys are funny in the way they do things. And the worse they treat a girl usually means the more they like them.”

Mama heard this and was set.

She was going to marry that boy.

Fourteen years later, Mama became Mrs. Eduardo Castillo. They lived happily for the length of my mother’s life. She was the only woman in the world who could make my father laugh. He loved her so much that when she died, he mourned. And it scared the crap out of me.

My father is a reasonable man, but something changed during his mourning period. He became colder, more closed off. He started to shut us out.

The only person who can make him see reason is my brother, Miguel.

As I reach the office door, I knock lightly with a shaking hand.

“Come in,” calls a familiar voice.

My brother? My body turns rigid. What is he doing here? He shouldn’t be here.

Pushing the door open, I step inside and quietly close the door behind me. I walk to stand in front of the desk my father sits at, but look up at my brother, who stands emotionless behind my father. I haven’t seen him in a year. He looks good. Papa holds a hand at his forehead. He has yet to acknowledge me. I spare a sweet smile for my brother. When he doesn’t return it, my chest aches and Miguel catches my hurt. His eyes turn soft and apologetic.

He looks like he’s about to cry.

It’s here I’d like to note that the men in my family don’t cry.

When my father lifts his face, my skin prickles at the look in his eyes. There is something there I haven’t seen before. Something calculating.

I know Papa isn’t a good man, but he is good to us. He’s a family man. He would do anything for us.

He would kill for us.

In fact, I know he has.

I clear my throat and ask gently, “Papa? Is everything okay?”

Surprised at my own ability to hide the quiver in my voice, I stand taller, feigning my calm. My father looks me in the eye. I haven’t noticed till now how much he’s aged since Mama died. The lines in his tanned face have deepened so much that he looks ten years older than his fifty years. The dark skin under his eyes seems as though he mustn’t have slept in months. But the laugh lines around his eyes… they’re gone.

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(Author note: This is NOT a dark romance.) Delilah “Lily” Flynn is used to her drab existence. Lily’s been living it for twenty two years. Her boring life is suddenly turned on its head when she’s rudely kidnapped from her bedroom. Or so she thinks. Nox Taylor is far too high up in his field to be assigned a babysitting job. There’s nothing more he wants than to complete his mission so he can be rid of the smartass tomboy, Lily. Day after day, Nox watches Lily and her strange ways. She’s unlike any woman he’s ever met. Getting close to the girl is purely for her own protection…right? Lily never imagined she’d make her first real friends in captivity. What lengths would she go through to keep them? This is a stand alone novel and is unrelated to Friend-Zoned
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Chapter One

A series of unfortunate events

Lily

She wrapped her small hand around his thick girth and squeezed. “I can make you happy. Just give me a chance, baby.”

“Don’t do it, Brock. Don’t fall for it,” I mutter to myself. Tapping the screen on my eReader to turn the page, I cringe and whine, “Oh, you stupid son of a bitch! She’s sleeping with your brother!” Shaking my head, I sigh, “Serves you right for falling in love with a ho.”

My bedroom door opens and my sister, Terah, creeps in and shuts the door behind her, careful not to make a sound. I look at her ensemble and already shake my head vigorously. Her face pleads. She says nothing just smiles huge and nods excitedly. I sigh, “No, Terah. I almost got busted last time.”

“Lily, you’re gonna dry up like an old prune. You’re only twenty-two, sweetie. Live a little!” She sounds exasperated.

Suddenly feeling defensive , I scowl at her. “I live just fine, thank you very much.”

Terah’s face softens, and she sits on the edge of my bed. “He can’t hold onto us forever, you know? We gotta grow up sometime.”

I know she’s right.

I hate when she’s right.

My name is Delilah Flynn. Everyone, except my dad, calls me Lily. I spend most of my days right here, in my bedroom. This has not always been my choice, but over the years, I’ve grown to love my room. It’s become a sort of sanctuary to me.

In this room, I can be who I want to be. No pressure. No expectations. I can do as I please. And I like it like that.

Our family owns a transport company called Flynn Logistics. My father came over to America from Ireland when he was thirteen. His family had nothing. When I say nothing, I mean nothing. He tells me stories about how my grandfather would come home from work and remove his coat only to hand it to my father so he wouldn’t be cold when he walked to his job as a grocery store shelf stocker.

They had to share a coat. It was a communal coat! That’s how poor they were.

Mom met Dad when she was in high school. High school wasn’t really an option for my dad. His family couldn’t afford it, and back then, there was no shame in that. Mom and Dad happened to live on the same block and soon became friends. A year passed and Mom fell hopelessly in love with Dad; she never cared about the fact that he was poor. Her family wasn’t much better off. But she figured if she could only have him as a friend, she’d somehow deal with that. What she didn’t know was that dad loved her just as much, maybe more, but he wouldn’t ask her out until he was sure he could provide for her properly. Dad says he loved her before he even knew her name.

Talk about being brought up with an unrealistic view on love, right? Like that would ever happen to me. The probability of that happening to anyone is maybe one in a billion.

I admire my dad so much. What he’s accomplished in his life is short of miraculous. He started working in a transport sorting center when he was sixteen for a major logistics company. He spent the first year working his ass off and showing his superiors he was reliable and enthusiastic. Eventually, he was moved up from the sorting center to manager of transport. He spent five years with them and learned all he could. From packing and shipping items, to understanding how sorting machine do what they do then working up to managing a ground crew. He saved every spare penny and resigned when he was twenty-one. That’s when he started Flynn Logistics. It was a huge risk. Luckily, it was a risk that paid off. As my dad always says in his thick Irish brogue, “Can’t lose a thing if ye’ve got nothing to lose.”

Flynn Logistics now goes head-to-head with the major transport companies. We’re competition, a huge threat to them, and I see the pride light my father’s face whenever this fact is brought up.

My father is somewhat overprotective. When I say he’s somewhat overprotective, it’s kinda like Channing Tatum being somewhat good looking…as in tremendously. So, here I am, a grown woman with my sister as my only friend. If I want to leave the house for anything, anything at all, I need an escort. The same goes for my sister, but she’s sneaky and finds ways around the rules. I never really understood why this was, but my father is not a person you argue with. Don’t get me wrong, my dad is a loving, caring man. He rarely raises his voice to anyone and it takes a lot to get him angry. He’s a good dad, just a little over the top and extremely paranoid. But in our household, my father holds a lot of respect, respect he’s earned. So, rule number one, you don’t ever question my father.

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Connor Clash was everything I wasn't. He taught me how to live. I didn't mean for things to go the way they did. But Connor was beautiful, and I was lonely. Falling in love wasn't part of the plan. He betrayed me, and I was scarred. Before I got the job, I didn't know who he was. Now I saw him every night in my dreams. We were two people, worlds apart, holding each other at arms length. This was not going to end well. Connor Clash was an asshole. And I loved him with all of my heart.
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Prologue

A Total Eclipse of the Heart.

Emily

2015

The smile on my face softened as I slowly waltzed through the kitchen, mopping as I went and humming along to Paul Anka. He was playing on the record player, and something about the light crackle behind the music took me back to another time.

“Put Your Head on my Shoulder” was a dear favorite of mine. We didn’t own a radio. Nanna said the songs of this generation gave her a headache and I understood that. Whenever I got the chance to hear something new at the mall, it confused me. Half the time, the songs were too loud, too brash, and made it seem like calling women bitches was a thing of romance.

So Paul Anka continued to play in our household, which was fine with me. The songs of the era were terribly romantic, and I was a fan of romance in all forms.

The mop glided over the tiled floor and I closed my eyes imagining a handsome boy chasing me down just to give me a flower and tell me I was beautiful.

I wondered what it would be like to fall in love for real.

My body jolted lightly when the shrill call of the phone as it rang broke me out of my stupor. Pausing mid-step, my eyes glanced over to the digital clock on the oven. Pushing my glasses up higher on the bridge of my nose, I saw the time and a frown pulled at my lips.

It was getting late. Nanna should’ve been back by now.

The phone continued to ring, and I set the mop aside, wiping my hands on my jeans. Pushing aside the sudden anxiety I felt, I answered it. “Hello?”

“Is this Emily Aldrich?”

The woman on the other line sounded stern. “Y-yes, it is. Who may I ask is calling?”

“This is Susan Kelly. I’m an officer of the Pasadena Police Department.”

My heart stopped but “Put Your Head on my Shoulder” continued to play.

I listened to what she was saying, but it was hard to hear much over the sudden pounding in my head.

“Are you still there?”

I cleared my throat, and all but croaked out, “I am.”

The officer sounded sympathetic. “We’re going to need you to come down to the station, Emily.”

Paul Anka’s crooning had swiftly faded into the background.

My voice was little over a whisper. “Okay.”

“Just up here,” I pointed out, and when the car stopped, I rushed out, “Thanks, Jim. We shouldn’t be long.”

My heart began to race the moment I stepped inside the police department. Scanning my surroundings, I panicked when I didn’t see Nanna anywhere. My cheeks were flushed with worry and my pace began to quicken. Jogging up to the reception, I swallowed hard, then uttered a frantic, “Hi, I’m here for my nanna, Fay Aldrich.”

The officer behind the counter looked down at me. “Emily?”

“Yes, that’s me.”

“I’m going to need to see some I.D.”

“Of course.” I removed my backpack, put it on the floor, and started to dig through it with shaking hands. Finally, I had the small plastic-covered student I.D. in my hands and I shoved it through the slot. The officer picked it up and studied it before sliding it back and opening a side door for me. “I’m Officer Kelly. We spoke on the phone. Come on through.”

I did as she asked, but my voice wavered. “Where is she? Is she okay?”

“She’s in the back, and she’s okay apart from the nice bump on her temple.” At my look of sheer horror, she smiled kindly. “I’ve had her looked over. She’s fine, really. She just took a fall.”

“I still don’t understand.” My brow lowered. “Where did you say you found her?”

“North of the freeway.”

What?

My heart stuttered. It didn’t make sense. That was not a good area. It was also way off from where she should’ve been.

Officer Kelly opened a closed door and the second I saw my Nanna, a small spark of relief settled through me. I rushed into the room, dropping my backpack and moving to kneel in front of the small, frail-looking woman. “Are you okay?”

Nanna squinted at me a moment before smiling tenderly then waving me off. “I’m fine.” She looked to the burly male officer sitting at the table. “Officer Grant, this is my June bug.” Nanna peered at me sweetly. “Say hello to Officer Grant, June. He’s been so kind, keeping me company.”

“Nanna….” June was my mother’s name.

My dead mother.

Okay. What is happening here?

My anxiety spiked.

I twisted back, looking to Officer Kelly over my shoulder. She looked as confused as I was. It took some work but I quashed the panicked look on my face before I turned back to my grandmother. Instead, I pasted on a smile that didn’t quite translate. I was sure it was distorted. It felt weak and artificial. “Nanna, I’m just going to speak to Officer Kelly a moment, okay?”

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It had been six years since my world was turned upside down. He exposed me to the darker side of life and I could never go back to the person I was. I had been through more things the average person couldn’t even relate to. If I had the chance to go back and do things differently though? Not a chance. I’d pick him a thousand times. A million times. For eternity. I guess not much has changed. My name is Alexa Ballentine, and I am still in love with my stalker.
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A.J.

A.J. was a smart boy. He was only five years old but knew the value of a secret.

He didn't like keeping secrets from his mum, and when he asked her if it was okay to lie, she told him it was never okay to be dishonest.

It didn't make sense.

A.J. had heard his mother lie before.

Why was she able to lie when he wasn't?

His mother explained that sometimes people told lies to stop another person from being sad, and these were called “little white lies.”

A.J. thought about this.

His secret would hurt his mum, he'd been told, so it wasn't really a lie, he thought.

Keeping his secret was more a “little white lie.” As his mother tucked him in to bed, he smiled up at her. "I love you," he told her, and he meant it.

His mother's smile softened. "I love you more, honey," she responded quietly as she ran gentle fingers through his messy hair.

She blew him a kiss as she left his room, turning off the light and closing the door behind her.

A.J. lay in his bed, awake and waiting.

He wasn't sure how long he waited, but when he heard the window rattle then lift in excruciating slowness, he smiled excitedly.

His little white lie was here.

Daddy was home.

***

Lexi

“Mummy?”

I heard him. How could I not?

But I continued to drive in silence. I wasn’t really in the mood for conversation; however, the little monster in the back seat had other ideas.

My chest felt heavy, weighed down.

What a day.

Everything felt tight. My insides, my jaw, my grip on the steering wheel. Even my eyes felt tightly fixated on the road. But that wasn’t A.J.’s fault, and I wouldn’t let him know I felt like I was dying on the inside.

A sigh left me.

Daddy Day was never a good day for me.

“Yeah, honey?”

He didn’t answer for a long while, and when a frown tipped my brow and I glanced back at him through the rearview mirror, his eyes were fixed on me, unblinking.

My heart ached as I looked into his soft brown eyes.

His father’s eyes.

Well, shit.

My nose began to tingle. And just like that, fresh tears rolled down my cheeks. I swiped at them quickly and blinked rapidly, trying in vain to quell the familiar sting of sadness.

Jesus Christ. Get a grip.

My son, he didn’t like to see me upset. His voice was little over a whisper and near desperate. “Don’t cry, Mummy.” His voice steeled, and he muttered, “I don’t like it.”

I heard his daddy in those hardened words.

Ugh. He was killing me.

We drew to a stop at a set of traffic lights and I took my hands off the wheel, looking back and forcing a smile. I spoke softly, almost pacifying. “Sorry, bud.”

It was his father’s birthday, and we were driving home from the cemetery. Every single time I saw that gleaming white marble headstone, it took me back to a time I chose to remember, when I would be better off forgetting. That time so long ago, yet so vividly fresh in my memories. No matter how much time passed, I was stuck there, in that time. In a place where I was wild and careless and in the arms of the man I loved.

Make no mistake about it. I was dangerously in love.

Recklessly in love.

The lights turned green and I twisted back, driving on, once again gripping the steering wheel like a lifeline. We were halfway home before I realized I was driving on autopilot, not at all paying any attention to my surroundings.

My heart lurched in apprehension. I swallowed hard and shook my head in a poor attempt to snap myself out of my stupor.

Maybe conversation wasn’t such a bad idea after all. “How about we go to the grocery store, get a bunch of junk food, and watch a movie tonight?”

The wide smile on my face was genuine then. There was only one man in my life, and he glued my heart together with mud, giggles, and drawings crafted with crayon and love.

A.J. smiled, my toothless monster, but as quickly as it came, it went. “What day is it?”

I stalled.

Umm...

I couldn’t help my quiet laughter.

What a question?

Amused bewilderment stunned me and my brows rose. “Uh...” I tried to quell the urge to laugh again. “Sunday.”

He blinked down at his lap before looking back at me through the mirror. He shook his head before staring out the window. “No, thank you.”

Confusion marred my brow.

Huh?

He was passing up junk food? Since when?

I didn’t want to push, but I was slow to realize I needed time with my son, today more than ever. I was going to have to sweeten the pot. “Maybe we could stay up really late, sleep in, and then go out for pancakes tomorrow.”

Ooh. I smiled inwardly.

He looked tempted.

“What about school?”

Did he even know me? I was a cool mom. What was one day of missing school to bond with my son? “Forget about it. I’ll tell them you’re sick.”

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